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Subject: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: wysiwyg Date: 16 Oct 00 - 06:36 PM This is the tavern that is just a tavern, no spacetime irregularities or manipulations, no special effects other than those caused by nature, no mystery plots. We are opening tonight in honor of DAVID LEVER, and someone will probably make a clicky here so that later Tavern visitors in the next millenium can see how he was treated for all his good behavior. Dave (tam), my knickers are still up the flagpole, and I fly them this time for you. Long may they wave! Over there in the back there's a game of hearts going on, and beyond that is Ernie Dowell's wake, till Thursday AM EST. The recliner section looks kinda empty but it's early yet. Now that the Olympics are over, we have the bigscreen TV going over in that area, but it's OK. It's just archived Mudcat Radio and Video shows, and Max can't see us but we can see him. Remotes at each recliner too, and afghans. The pajammie closet is stocked with every size and style of comfies you can imagine. A brazzer storage vault with locking bins has been added to prevent some of the unfortunate hijacking of lingerie that occurred last time. So ladies, get comfy in confidence, it will still be there when you dress to go about your business. Something REALLY NASTY seems to be going on over by the Jello Pit. The odor coming from that area suggests that the Jello Dive this time includes optional time-release Marmite and Vegemite administration. Of course it has to be taken ahead of time but there are little jars along the bar. Someone is over there standing by with a little blowtorch to light the emissions as divers pass by. The lingering memories many here have of Miss Caitrin are tending bar. Lot of Caitrin's back there it seems. Maybe Herself will stop in with a plate of cookies. I am happy to see that work on the doggie door has been completed, where lurkers, newbies, and Sugar Dogs can come and go freely. Look out for cats whizzing around your legs through themain door. Sneaks. Lurkers, please do stop at the Loo to leave a little graffitti, and will someone please tell me how to spell graffitti? A Whiskey Cat is curled up on the top shelf of the bar surveying all. Sugar Dog she come in and say "woof!" That mean, where mah BEER???? She take a big bowl an' she hop up in a recliner, maybe some good lap come along. Oh, and there be a link to the last such tavern right quick. Sugar Dog hop down go fetch. Whoosh!
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: wysiwyg Date: 16 Oct 00 - 06:49 PM CLICK HERE TO REVISIT THE LAST SUCH TAVERN |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: hesperis Date: 16 Oct 00 - 06:50 PM Anyone for Euchre? |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Zebedee Date: 16 Oct 00 - 06:55 PM I'm sorry Praise, and it's probably something lacking on my part - but I really don't understand these threads. Can someone please explain how telling virtual friends that you'll buy them a virtual drink or whatever can possibly be a good way to spend your time. I try to live by the ideal that you shouldn't 'criticise what you can't understand' so I won't be critical. I do however find the idea of these threads completely baffling. If someone can explain their attraction, I'd be grateful. Thank you Zeb |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: wysiwyg Date: 16 Oct 00 - 06:58 PM PM on the way. ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Matt_R Date: 16 Oct 00 - 07:08 PM Who wants to curl up on the recliner with me and watch the Mets win? |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: wysiwyg Date: 16 Oct 00 - 07:16 PM I will till I get home for dinner. ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Matt_R Date: 16 Oct 00 - 08:07 PM Taking the Sugar Dog under his arm, he quickly but silently absconds through the doggie door. Toot! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: DADGAD Date: 16 Oct 00 - 08:24 PM Wanders in . . .and orders pint of Bishop's Tipple. A song start in the corner and he is humming the harmony to a tune he recalls from times before. The fire crackles and the song grows. Tonight will be a good night he thinks. |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: CarolC Date: 16 Oct 00 - 08:46 PM Sorry, thread creep! Zebedee, it looks like you are new here. If so, welcome to the Mudcat. I find that I have a much better experience here in the Mudcat if I just stay out of the threads that don't appeal to me, and I post to the ones that do. Some of the threads that I post to probably don't make much sense to many of the people who read them. Other threads don't make much sense to me. One of the beautiful things about the Mudcat is the rich diversity of the individuals here, and the amazing mix of creative input, as well as useful information and sometimes outright silliness that can be found here. It's a wonderful place. Best wishes, Carol |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: MMario Date: 16 Oct 00 - 09:09 PM Another reason is that the Taverns are to some extent a "guilt-free" BS zone, where thread creep is welcomed, okay, tolerated, alright, put up with... We call these threads "taverns" but they have been virtual campfires, lounges, cooperative fiction writing sessions, bereavment sharing, and a whole host more of things. You may not have been around long enough - (a scan of your posts shows only three days) but for many of the 'catters this is NOT virtual. Many of us are quite simply "ourselves" - though expressing ourselves in written form. I may not be able to stop and chat in a local pub with some of my friends - they are too far away. But I CAN stop by a tavern thread, and "unwind" with them. No everyone understands that. Matt_R - welcome! welcome! WELCOME! Give that sugah-dawg a big hug for me.
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Noreen Date: 16 Oct 00 - 09:18 PM Hi, Matt- I don't know nuffin about the Mets but I'll curl up with you and unwind- want to hear about Llanstock? Got a few of sian's gorgeous cookies left... Noreen |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Noreen Date: 16 Oct 00 - 09:20 PM Hi, Matt- I don't know nuffin about the Mets but I'll curl up with you and unwind- want to hear about Llanstock? Got a few of sian's gorgeous cookies left... Noreen |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: catspaw49 Date: 16 Oct 00 - 09:26 PM Zeb, if you want some real craziness, just input the word 'Tavern' in the filter box and set the refresh to 2 years. Start with the oldest and watch as the thing becomes completely crazed. The subjecy matter is different and the cast changes, but these past few by comparison are pretty mild. There were some really whacked out tavern threads!!! Some, as Mario said, have gone the "Group Writing" route like one that a real excited young fella'that we used to have around here started called the "Mudcat Juke Joint" Run a search on that one...it pretty good and a lot of fun. And Matt_R.....Glad to see you around here at the Mudcat. You might like that Juke Joint thing too. Ya never know do you? Spaw |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Troll Date: 16 Oct 00 - 10:41 PM troll sits in the corner in half-darkness. He does not speak,but he is here. For now, it is enough. troll |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: MMario Date: 16 Oct 00 - 10:44 PM troll - haven't ever mentioned it, but "you is good company" unlike some who unfortunately bear your name in vain. Put a round on bert's credit.
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Troll Date: 16 Oct 00 - 11:16 PM Thankee kindly. Diet coke if ye don't mind. And have one fer yerself. On me. troll |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: hesperis Date: 16 Oct 00 - 11:16 PM Nobody for euchre? ::pout:: |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Sorcha Date: 16 Oct 00 - 11:16 PM Well, here I is! Looks like a good, down home, friendly type place! Snag me one o' them recliners, there, and pour me up a brew, no matter what kind. Drinks on me, friends. Hi ya, there, Sugar Dog, you need a lap? Kinda sounds to me like you been over workin yerself here lately. Come on up here and chew a bone for a while. You wanna play fetch or somethin'? Or jes' relax for a while? You choose. I is gonna sit in this recliner drinkin' beer for a while. Just feeling good, is I. Why don't somebody play us some mountain music here? And, welcome home, Matt R. You is right needed in this place. |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Matt_R Date: 16 Oct 00 - 11:27 PM Mets is gonna win! Yes! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: wysiwyg Date: 16 Oct 00 - 11:28 PM Whoooosh! Izzat the doggie door? Yas it is! In flash Sugar Dog, she LAFFin? Ho ho hee, she been doin' herseff a lil concert on the tellaphone fer a frien' out of town! Hee hee hee! She and Hardiman go loud! Ha ha she thinkin' who needs stinkin' HearMe? Dang ole soffware, bad puter, hold the phone! She lap up a big ole bowl of non-alc beer with troll lookin' on soft and sweet, she lick his fingers is dangling down over the edge of the chair, an' POP! Up she go see Sorcha, lick face, happy, Sorcha giggle cute!! Curl up fast and drop off sleep, right quick, unh huh! Tunes done wore her christly a** out! She have herseff a good time with that Matt guy too, maybe he come back later, she dream on it... ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Naemanson Date: 16 Oct 00 - 11:29 PM Good evening all! I hope you are all well. Hesperis, I never learned euchre because it always sounded too much like neuter and eunuch. As such I stayed right away from it. *bg* Gimme a Maggie. I've had a rough night. Just off to bed once I finish this up. What? What I do tonight? What haven't I done? Posted some pictures in the photo gallery. Did some laundry, worked on an editing job I'm doing, researched some chanties for a workshop this weekend, cooked supper, chauffered my daughter, posted to some of these threads, added two new threads, recorded some old 1950's era Ed McCurdy and Oscar Brand records on to cassette and now it's Maggie time! Ahhh! That goes down smooth. Maggie = margueritta |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Matt_R Date: 16 Oct 00 - 11:33 PM I'm still here, Sugah Dog. |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Matt_R Date: 16 Oct 00 - 11:39 PM METS WIN! METS WIN! We goin to the World Series! After 12 years, finally! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Sorcha Date: 16 Oct 00 - 11:46 PM oooooooowwwhhhhhooooooommmmpph! Sugar Dog! Dat you! Whooooosh ya, there, girl, land right on my tummy! Where you been, girl? ( And where I been?) Just you gimme some of that puppy spit, there, girl, and then you needs to go find you a warm spot by the chimbley for a while. Just you curl up there and let these good folks stroke yer ears for a spell. Scratch your chin too, if you need it. We uz had these long, hard rows to hoe, huh? But we is at the water barrel now, ain't we? |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: wysiwyg Date: 17 Oct 00 - 12:56 AM Wigglewag, wigglewag, trillytwang, Sugar Dog commence to sing high-- O come, angel band, come and round me stand... Naemanson look pretty in his pictures, reckon he get him a kiss on the cheek from Susan next time she see him. Smell nice like he still here, but she don't see him. Sugar Dog finish up Sorcha face an' hop down drink beer. Good bowl, big! She say she lookin' for lap, and here is that Matt Man can see her, she hop up and sit tight. She look up in his eyes and look long and deep. She sigh, he know how come. His hand steal up around her head soft and absent, smooth down her ears. They been flyin' all over tonight, all rumply! Sugar Dog make little chuckly sound, feels nice, and curl up. Soon she drop off, all sleep, and Matt Man ease his back a lil bit all comfy. Heart warmed up, and just a lil Sugar Dog do the trick ever' time! Yup. Sugar Dog have her a case of heartwarm. |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Sorcha Date: 17 Oct 00 - 01:14 AM Sugar Dog, you sleep now, right there by the chimbley in MattMan's lap. You sleep, you hear? Down. Stay. Long Down. Sleep now, on the bed with the folks. You is cuddling and getting your ears scratched and your tummy stroked. Me now, I is showin' my teefs, and provin' I is part wolf. |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: hesperis Date: 17 Oct 00 - 03:46 AM I always thought it was pronounced 'yookker', sort of like 'likker' but with a 'yoooo' sound to it. But it needs four people... (So I'm single-minded. So?) So pour me a nice Jamaican lemonade, with a plate of mango and kiwi slices on buttered toast to munch on, and I'll curl up to watch the fire............ listen to the soft music............... nap in the big ol' armchair... ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz........... |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: wysiwyg Date: 17 Oct 00 - 08:09 AM Psst! Girls' night out tonight, pass the word! Take a nap, ladies, and get ready for a good long howwwwwwlll.... ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Kim C Date: 17 Oct 00 - 11:30 AM Whiskey Cat's post didn't post. :( what I said was, I'm goin to get my fuzzy leopard slippers so nobody steal my chair whilst I'm gone, okeydokey? Grazi. :) |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: wysiwyg Date: 17 Oct 00 - 11:35 AM Conga dance tonight at the zoo, be there. All God's critters got a place in the line. Some just stamp their paws, or wings, or anything they got. ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Kim C Date: 17 Oct 00 - 12:32 PM How about them TITANS!!!!?!!!!!! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: mousethief Date: 17 Oct 00 - 12:43 PM Go, Mariners!
Alex |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: GUEST,Matt R Date: 17 Oct 00 - 01:05 PM The Mets are gonna Marin-ate those guys! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: MAG (inactive) Date: 17 Oct 00 - 01:17 PM I told my Mum I was goin' out, She asked what i was all about I asked if I could take the broom I'm goin' to ride the wind
and it's a girls night out, Linda Waterfall, Girl's Night Out |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: GUEST,Nynia at Uni. Date: 17 Oct 00 - 01:21 PM Not fair, it's just not fair. I'm not even allowed virtual alcohol while I'm here at Uni. And still no internet access at home. It's just not fair. Nynia :-( -( ( |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: GUEST,Matt_R Date: 17 Oct 00 - 01:21 PM Bend little willow, Wind's gonna blow you, Hard and cold tonight Life as it happens, Nobody warns you, Willow hold on tight Nothing's gonna shake your love, Take your love away, No-one's out to break your heart, It only seems that way...hey Sleep little willow, Peace gonna follow, Time will heal your wounds Grow to the heavens, Now and forever, Always came too soon Nothing's gonna shake your love, Take your love away, No-one's out to break your heart, It only seems that way...hey Bend little willow, Wind's gonna blow you, Hard and cold tonight Sir Paul's words are really speaking to my heart right now... Norrie, can you help me sing it? |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: mousethief Date: 17 Oct 00 - 01:23 PM We have to get through the Yankees first, which is no sure thing! I would be delighted to have the Mariners lose the series to the Mets -- the Mariners have never BEEN to the series, EVER. Just getting there would a be pretty wonderful thing for us Mariners fans!
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: wysiwyg Date: 17 Oct 00 - 02:24 PM Good songs. Nynia, get thee to a library! Ahhhhr-ooooh! ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: JenEllen Date: 17 Oct 00 - 03:49 PM Still pouting, heart broken, my poor darlin' Will hasn't played a World Series since 'the Big One'. Looks like he'll be watchin it on television like the rest of us.... Have to go with Darlin'Theif on this one, if the Mariners get in, at least they'll make use of that Safeco eyesore.... Gimme one of them lock boxes for the Golden Brasierre, and a spot where a girl can howl. Hes, ya wanna play cribbage? Penny a point, quarter a game....Just don't tell Jon or he'll be after my dog again (still)!!! hooooooooooowwwwllllllin' Elle |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Noreen Date: 17 Oct 00 - 05:14 PM I'm here, Matt- love to sing it with you. Budge up on that there settee. Noreen |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: hesperis Date: 17 Oct 00 - 05:35 PM Cribbage? I think I've forgotten how to play. *gasp* Make it a game or two to relearn it before we play even for small money, and I'm in. Hmm. That Matt R looks familiar.............. Red hair, goatee.... posting song lyrics everywhere........... |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Kim C Date: 17 Oct 00 - 05:37 PM Anybody up for Trivial Pursuit? Twister? |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Noreen Date: 17 Oct 00 - 06:26 PM Not me, Kim, nursing a post-Llanstock sore throat. I'll stay here on the settee. Noreen |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Matt_R Date: 17 Oct 00 - 06:32 PM Oooh! Twistah! Twistah! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: wysiwyg Date: 17 Oct 00 - 06:33 PM Praise, Hardi, and Artsy D Lemur invite you to a movie in the basement-- the Green MILE!! Whoo-eee! And a concert at intermission! ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: JenEllen Date: 17 Oct 00 - 07:07 PM Ya got a deal Hes. Even WITH practice I still managed to lose my dog....*bg* |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Matt_R Date: 17 Oct 00 - 10:04 PM Oh dang, sorry I missed it! I was watching a movie at the Newman Center... |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Matt_R Date: 17 Oct 00 - 11:27 PM Hey, where all yous ladies at, hunh? |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: wysiwyg Date: 18 Oct 00 - 12:57 AM The night is young and the Sugar Dog feels like she has been up to her fluffy soft ears in sh*t for as long as she can remember. She flows in through the doggie door, having seen a flickershow with some nice people in the basement... she takes a look around, no sh*t! No sh*t here! Sugar Dog remember she have a friend is out of town for some object lesson training thing an' hoping she phone up for a concert. Uh huh, Sugar Dog not doin' that HearMe thing yet, but she can dial phone. (Hee hee! Sugar DOg and Sugar Dog Man Hardi give that friend man a real good concert las' night! She whomp up blues on the electric autoharp, play it with her claws, an' HOWL??? That man laffin' in that ho-tell! Oh she have fun!) Now she call up that man again an' have a lil talk about all that sh*t is out there and they have laff and more laff. Then she tell him about the Sugar Dog hymn she know, he think funny, she say no, real!! He say no! She say yes! She say she maybe howl it good but lil sugar dog (daughter) she go sleep, take two for that song, maybe another time. Then all of a sudden Sugar Dog throat open up to laff and out pop that song anyhow! Oh she so funny, she howl a hymn! Wal not a old hymn, a new praise kinda thing. Oh the man laff so hard, he a Sugar Dog Man too, one uh THE sugar dog mans... ha ha, he think he know Sugar Dog before, now he know her more! He go bananas. Wal now Sugar Dog tired from all that howlin' and laffin, but she look for some more sugar dog or maybe a whiskey cat, set up a lil show for any Sugar Dog Mans is here. Where that JenElle girl go? And where that Whiskey Cat one at too? Sugar Dog think she jus' curl up on stage, wait.
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Amergin Date: 18 Oct 00 - 03:50 AM Yeah he does, Hes....he's also 21....right, Mbo? |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Kim C Date: 18 Oct 00 - 10:09 AM Here be the Whiskey Cat. Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.......... |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: wysiwyg Date: 18 Oct 00 - 10:16 AM Heya Cat, wanna go for a ride? Sugar Dog an' Whiskey Cat, go for a ride? ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Kim C Date: 18 Oct 00 - 11:42 AM I'm game as long as I can keep on my fuzzy slippers. :) |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Little Hawk Date: 18 Oct 00 - 12:23 PM Little Hawk ties his horse at the front of the Tavern, and peers suspiciously through the almost opaque and slightly greasy windows. These white people have the weirdest ways of socializing imaginable, he thinks. Time to shape-shift. A slight rippling effect in the aura, and Little Hawk is transformed into folksinger George Coventry, complete with harmonica pouch containing 8 keys of harmonica, and guitar in hand. He enters the Tavern. The air is way too smoky, but he's seen worse. Cigarette fiends are slumped at the tables, their eyes glassily fixed upon giant TV screens where overly paid athletes cavort before thousands of Homer Simpson clones. Would this be an opportune time to transform back into Little Hawk and put an arrow through the screen? Well, perhaps not... It's fun playing the George Coventry, famous folksinger part, walking casually in like Dylan at the Nickelodeon...but not as dangerous...because George is not really famous, except at Don's Coffeehouse and a couple of other local spots like that. It's an enjoyable fantasy with "little risk involved". (Pick the right song title for that quote and you could win an as yet unspecified prize...). Ah, here are some of the Mudcatters...a bizarre but generally likeable bunch of people with their fingers directly on the pulse of what is and is not a "folksong". Just ask 'em. Everyone is still winding down from the Sargeant Kat and her Howling Commandos episode. Matt is playing the guitar, and singing in a surprisingly good voice...plenty of depth and timber...but the damned jukebox is drowing him out. Spaw farts sonorously in its general direction, and the jukebox utters an inchoate shriek and dies. Good. Now we can listen to Matt properly. Looks like this visit was worthwhile after all... |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: MMario Date: 18 Oct 00 - 12:53 PM Dang little hawk, your virtuality synchonizer must be out of whack! One of the first underlying principals of the Tavern is that due to it's nature the vices of one occupant do not interfere with the pleasures of another occupant. Of course ye olde mudcat tavern does tend to metamorph on a frequent schedule. I'm still trying to find the camara I put down during the tequila jello wrestling match, and the sneaks I took off during the riverboat cruise... |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Matt_R Date: 18 Oct 00 - 11:14 PM Where is everyone.. |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Susan A-R Date: 18 Oct 00 - 11:18 PM Ah, a recliner and a beer, and HEAT!! My stupid furnace decided to blow a week and a half ago, and we're still waiting on the new one. (I'm actually sitting by the heater at the computer, tosty and fine, but whining is so much fun.) Now about this subway series. I WAS rooting for those Mariners, and am now torn. Do I root for the dreaded Yankees?? Absolutely NOT!! Do I root for the Mets, who did that dreadful thing to Boston back in 1986? Hmmmm, perhaps against the Yankees, I may. Well, I still have a little time to decide. In the mean time, a bit of beer, a littllle song, recliner, fuzzy slippers, and life is good.
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Susan A-R Date: 18 Oct 00 - 11:19 PM Ah, a recliner and a beer, and HEAT!! My stupid furnace decided to blow a week and a half ago, and we're still waiting on the new one. (I'm actually sitting by the heater at the computer, tosty and fine, but whining is so much fun.) Now about this subway series. I WAS rooting for those Mariners, and am now torn. Do I root for the dreaded Yankees?? Absolutely NOT!! Do I root for the Mets, who did that dreadful thing to Boston back in 1986? Hmmmm, perhaps against the Yankees, I may. Well, I still have a little time to decide. In the mean time, a bit of beer, a littllle song, recliner, fuzzy slippers, and life is good.
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: wysiwyg Date: 19 Oct 00 - 09:14 AM (I keep trying to get here when the party is nascent but urgent biz keeps pulling me away. Take it, Whiskey Cat! You go, girl!) Sugar Dog in pajammies and Whsikey Cat in slippers sneak out through the critter-door and hop up on the horse and ride off, LAFFin? Hahahahaaa!! Little Hawk horse, tooken! We leave him tend bar lessen Whiskey Cat come back first! ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Kim C Date: 19 Oct 00 - 11:07 AM Ooooohhh, Whiskey Cat gotta go to the Dr. to see has she got a sinus infection. (remember that Congestion thread a coupla weeks ago? now my eyes feel like they're going to pop out of my head) Jes drop me off at the office. (Nice horsey) I'll need a Bushmills and a comfy chair when I gets back, see? May have to lay off the seegar a day or two. :( |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Matt_R Date: 19 Oct 00 - 11:25 PM I don't know how to get her off my mind, But give me time, and I'll think of something I can't say today that I'm alright, ut by tonight, I'll think of something I'll find so many things to do that I won't have the time to think of her And then if she's still on my mind I'll try to drink enough to drown the hurt And if that don't work, I'll think of something Where do I go for lovin' I still need, Now that I'm free? I'll think of something And if someday by accident we meet, And I can't speak, I'll think of something If I can't say a word to her I'll blame it on this lump that's in my throat And standin' there what will I do to hide my love enough that it don't show? I don't know, but I'll think of something I don't know how to get her off my mind, But give me time, and I'll think of something... |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: hesperis Date: 19 Oct 00 - 11:49 PM I've got warm fuzzies to hand out! Anybody want a warm fuzzy feeling? I've just read Carol's snog of the decade thread, my hamster is climbing on my shoulder, my friend's book of pagan songs just came in, and I feel like writing a song. So I'm just going to stick this stack of warm fuzzies down by the door, and if anybody wants one, go ahead and take it! I'm off to find a nice quiet corner for sitting in comfort and scribbling a song... |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Matt_R Date: 19 Oct 00 - 11:58 PM Sure, I could use a fuzzy right now. Can you make the song a depressing one? |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Kim C Date: 20 Oct 00 - 11:56 AM Doc says I'm not sick, congestion just hanging around a little bit, here's something for your hay fever and something for your headache, go on back to your recliner. Okeydokey. :) Who's up for Twister now? Matt? |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: wysiwyg Date: 20 Oct 00 - 02:35 PM Sugar Dog come in, WonderGoose right behind, who's gave her a ride back to the Tavern. Sugar Dog sniff the fuzzies, glad they handy if anyone seem to need one an' miss 'em-- they just 'bout her level, an' she know how to offer 'em to people don't know they need one. Sugar Dog she love to slobber on fuzzies, heh heh! WonderGoose walk-flaps over to the bar, there not being room to really fly, and thank God! Her wings are wore out! She hummin' that song about being Wore Out.... Sugar Dog she wander over. WonderGoose orders a double bowl of Bushmills and gets REAL busy beaking it. Tilting her head back, glassy eyes rolling in a wild way. "Whassup?" sez Sugar Dog. "You din't seem too fried to fly, Ah din't see you had your knickers in any twist. Come to think, Ah din't see you had any knickers on, no wonder you flyin' so tired. Whatcha been doin' before you give me that good ride?" "O," say WonderGoose, drinking again, "I been cleanin' out my nest, and girl-- it were a mess!" "Din't sh*t in it though I bet," sez Sugar Dog, all lil dog giggles. "No," sez WG, "but I was sorely tempted, Sugar, SORELY. And people WILL not shuddup!!!" Sugar Dog she grin, go fetch two littlest fuzzies, fit on WG ears just right, all sticky with sugarslobber. Goose commence to GRIN? Matt R starts loud blues tune, 'lectrified, some Eric Bibb thing.... ('Don't let no one drag your spirit down....') Sugar Dog howl harmony, and WG settle in with that good Bushmills buzz kicking in.... ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Trevor Date: 20 Oct 00 - 03:00 PM I want to come in as well, 'cos it's cold out here and it seems warm in there, but sometimes its a bit scary going in to a new pub, especially when everybody else is speaking their own language. |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: MMario Date: 20 Oct 00 - 03:31 PM Trevor, come on in and have a drink! Hot toddy? cocoa? WD40? Don't mind us, many of us have been hanging out here since gadonlyknows...but there's always room for one more. You sing? play? kibbitz? Jello dive? oops! sorry. [d*mn flamingos!] try putting "tavern" into the filter and setting it for a year or so. browse through the wierdnesses of taverns past and you may begin to understand a bit of the zaniness around here. [And if you do, could you explain it to me? please?] I need caffiene MMario (yes there are two "m's") |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Kim C Date: 20 Oct 00 - 03:54 PM Pass me that Bushmills, huh? :) |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: wysiwyg Date: 20 Oct 00 - 04:33 PM Packing to leave one's job can have unanticipated blessings. Mine was, I just found the three kids' books that had gone missing after one staffer's little girl got too old to come to work with mommie anymore. (O mommie, I'm too big to go THERE! I go to Big Girl school!) I spent many hours reading to her, a little at a time, as she grew up among us. I thought the books were long gone. Two, irreplaceable I think, had been well-used when I bought them for my own son, when very, very small, and he turns 21 next week. I'm going to send them to him for Christmas, after they have visited a certain friend of mine in CA. (Yes, you, BG.) Well! One has the BEST poem, I could almost recall it... knew it would make a great song! So I'm giving it its own thread-- go look for the Sugar Plum Tree, which MUST grow just outside the Mudcat Tavern. (Sorry, the names in the poem, although changed to protect the innocent, have been spoken for already. WhaHoo! More critters I get to write!) I'll clicky to it later if I can. ~Susan |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: mrs_zezam Date: 20 Oct 00 - 05:14 PM Click HERE for The Sugar Plum Tree. |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: hesperis Date: 20 Oct 00 - 05:16 PM Twister! That would be my life right now... Take in a concert tonight, rehearsal tomorrow, two jazz services sunday morning, then circle dancing immediately afterwards...... Thank goodness I'm not doing 'outside' work right now! Oh! I have pictures up of the Sacred Circle Dance Facilitator's Gathering that I went to last weekend. hesperis
Little Hawk went too. I borrowed his camera a lot. It was a great Dance. More warm fuzzies, and some great memories added to the pile by the door, there. I'm going to check into a room and order a nice, long, hot bath. MMMMmmmmmm.... |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: wysiwyg Date: 20 Oct 00 - 05:38 PM I'm jealous! ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: JenEllen Date: 20 Oct 00 - 05:43 PM mmmmmmmm, warm fuzzies. My favorite. I'll take two. Spending the day getting ready for the annual cider press and family reunion tomorrow. Cleaned the yard and house, scrubbed the cider press, got tranquilizers for the dogs... Sniggle on over to the couch and curl under a blanket with my fuzzies....Trevor, you can skoosh over either Matt or MMario, the couch is big enough, and I'll sing a song for you too, how's that? Just pardon my french..
In a green wood close to our village
Her pretty mouth lies warm and smiling
Sleep my love and dream while you do
It seems a pity now to wake her ~Elle
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Kim C Date: 20 Oct 00 - 05:46 PM Heheheh... I just got me a set of Kneipp herbal bath potions... looks like this kitty's gon' jump in da hot tub! (Later, though.) Hot tub, glass o'wine..... hmmm.... lock the door to keep wayward husbands and pets OUT. Sometimes, that's the way it goes. Happy weekend, all. :) |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: wysiwyg Date: 20 Oct 00 - 05:59 PM PARR-DEE!!!! Ahhhhrr-oooow! Hey. Girls. I bet I won't stay up tonight. How about... YOU write the Sugar Dog parts for me? Huh??? Then I can be partying and asleep...please... don't wanna miss the party...sleeeppp... sleeeeeppp..... And I am also the chocolate cat, and JenEllen knows which moose is the gingerbread dog, go ahead and write it Jen... ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Matt_R Date: 20 Oct 00 - 09:26 PM Oooh spaghetti bender hesp look so cute playin' her mando! Matt'll play twister with her, if he don't fall asleep after art crits & drivin' all day! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: JenEllen Date: 20 Oct 00 - 09:31 PM Party night....hmmm...the perfect party night.... A traveler coming up the road would only know of it's exhistance by the soft glow of light coming from the trees surrounding the tavern. They might catch smells dancing on the breeze, alternating whiffs of SusanAR's delightful cooking and greenish clouds of partially digested vegemite... Intrigued, they further up the path. Feet crunching on gravel in time to the music they now hear. A curly headed woman is on the porch, wearing nothing but white socks, a banjo, and a smile. Her fingers travel lightly, hardly a neophyte, her music delights all on the wooden boards, and incites her listeners to the dance. The dog door of the tavern swings constantly. Dogs, cats, possum, (and a moose?) use the trees as their playground, then return to the tavern for warm laps to curl up in. The traveler would peek in the windows to see the curiosities held within. Along the wall, the worn bar offers a variety of delights. In the center of the bar rests a small lighted shrine rejoicing in the credit card that is Bert's.... The traveler enters, tripping over a pile of warm fuzzies that was left close to the door. A warm Hespearian voice tells him to "Take two, they're small" and he does...and with one fuzzy under each arm he promises a game of euchre before the night is over. The volume on the big screen television is turned off. A small group watches a baseball game. Music as a metaphor for life, this game is a metaphor for the tavern, since most of these people are on their firsts, seconds, and thirds by the looks of it. Inbetween plays, the patriarchal Rick is quizzing the lot of them and grinning like a Sugar Dog. The traveler slides on offal from the jello pit, and accidentally walks into the Brassieriatorium before finding his own cozy spot to watch the proceedings. One small corner of the tavern holds a group of renegades, debating the creative genius of an ex-Monkee. A Mousetheif plays "Some of Shelley's Blues" on the jukebox. The European contingent is holding a certain Bron hostage, snogging wildly, and regaling the others with pictures and tales of Llanstock past, and plans for Llanstocks future. In an area piled with pillows, fluffy sofas, and reading lights a red-headed woman is consoling a love-lorn young man. The woman gives the young man a hug before curling up on a sofa with the Moose and the Professor to dream up a fabulous tale. The Sugar Dog curls up on her lap for a while before chasing the possum out the door. The tavern tonight holds all of this and more.....
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: MMario Date: 20 Oct 00 - 09:48 PM and if we can get the blasted thing working, there's even more! see that little box next to the wide screen tv? It's suppossed to bring in a live feed from the FSGW Getaway. But I think it may be missing a cable or something, all I get is adverts for porta-johns and CD's of John Travolta. shudder wish someone could hookup from the Getaway into HearMe - would be wild! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Matt_R Date: 20 Oct 00 - 10:40 PM Thanks Elle... |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Sorcha Date: 21 Oct 00 - 01:45 AM Auntie Sorcha got this pair of warm fuzzies for her friend Matt, one for each foot. Second thought, one for each hand too. We playin' all the somebody done somebody wrong songs, over here in the corner in between Twister Bouts.
Where dat Sugar Dog go? She crapped out in the corner? Well, give her a nip o' the crayture, she done worked hard all this time. She deserve a good sleep and a vacation now. All them good works is hard on the soul, ya know?
Now, that JenElle person, I doan know 'bout her, she sendin' out messages 'bout Bad Vets, (Critter Docs, ya know?) Now, my critter Doc sign say " Sit. Stay. Doc is In" Seeems reasonable to me. I sit. I stay. Get drugs. Make life tolerable agin. Now, them female plumbing checks is somethin' else, agin. YUCK!! Cleigh don't never seem to need no drugs, is possums immune to crisis? Mebbe I'll come back as a possum next time, huh? Jes git somebody blow up my ass and I be happy........ |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Matt_R Date: 21 Oct 00 - 11:42 AM Thanks for the fuzzies Sorch...here's one of my favorites...
The song is over |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Amos Date: 21 Oct 00 - 12:38 PM In the dark cool autumn night outside the mudcat Cavern Tavern, a soft wind helps the early falling of red leaves from maples, tan from oak, find their way to the ground. The wind pauses, as though startled for a moment, but the leaves, now begunin their descent, make their way toward destiny in graceful, lilting swoops through the night's soft dark. Pale shadows and ripples of moonlight cascade across the receding hills into the sugared forests of the mountains behind the Tavern. The yellow light of the Tavern windows falls outward and splashes a brief distance across the parking lot before surrenderign to a soft, cool autumnal darkness, laced with moonbeams. The chatter inside the tavern, the flames from the jello-pit, the clink of virtual glasses, are a bundle of cheery sounds. Heat rises into the mnight in waves from the busy kitchen and bar. You can see it wqavering into the night air from outside like waves from hot asphalt in summer. But the night is cool and absorbs them. In a sudden gust of wind,the chatter of the Tavern in its many dimensiuons seems for a moment to suspend, all voices reaching a pause point simultaneously in the strange synchronicity of large groups in small places. And in the pause an ancient sound comes back through the night, ewafts in through the windows, down the chimbleys, across the tavern floor, through the ponderous forms suspended in the jello pit. It is a deepthroated rumble, a watery sound like a large boat in still summer waters, a low-pitched bass bubbling out the rhtyhms ofunlimited and unused power. The sound grows from a faint whisper over the country hills, and approaches veering andf snaking along the linesof the small two-lane blacktop road that runs in front of the Tavern,bound from Anywhere to All Points. As the rumble, soft and liquid, grows louder, those who have spent ime here before look at each other in recognition. It is the sweet liquid basso profundo of a 1939 Indian, drawing closer and closer. As it pummels the doors and windows of the Tavern a green glow seems to stream back in through the windowpanes, overriding thre Tavern's firelight and candleglow with an eerie celestial vibration of green light. It dances momentarily across the walls and floors of the busy Tavern, a verdant sparkle laced with golden flecks, a hum of its own, and it stretches and fades as the sweet deep murmur of the giant Indian motorcylce rolls by and away into the autumn evening, bound for destinations unannounced but tinged surely with its own precise rhythm of divinity... |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: wysiwyg Date: 22 Oct 00 - 01:21 AM Thanks. I needed that. Sugar Dog all wore out from reboot reboot reboot every time she make a message, an' other stuff too. She perk up ear, hears where-at did that Indian go. Whistle up WonderGoose, and off she fly on that good strong back. She sail long and wide, she sail high that WonderGoose. Look down she spy a window dimly lit, third floor of a building... uh huh say Sugar Dog, this Goose have her a real good eye. WonderGoose she slide down low and arc off the side draft slippin' past the building... Sugar Dog laffin' in delight, she slip offa that gooseback, and fluffy ears float her down easy on the air right into the parking lot. Sure, she sez, Ah knows where that Indian boun' to go! And there it sit! She trit-trot, trit-trot over by the open door, head for the elevator, and take herseff up where was that window. An' yas, she fin' a door stand open, room lit soft with computer glow. Lil giggle escape from out her neck an' she dive across room, giggledoggin' the man is in there. He know she comin', he always see Sugar Dog just before she arrive. Cuz he a Sugar Dog Man, a 'specially clearsighted one too. Gotta be such, give her that name an' all. Sugar Dog and Sugar Dog Man set a spell, see if maybe any banjo lady show up. Maybe do a lil howlin', have a laff. ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: hesperis Date: 22 Oct 00 - 06:14 PM Euchre! YESSSSS! Oh, I was SO crazy about that game in high school... Well, the Jazz Services went very well, as usual. After that was dancing, which was fantastic. However, I'm done tuckered out. Off to Zz land.... |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE From: Kim C Date: 23 Oct 00 - 09:58 AM I never could cotton much to Euchre, even though Mister is from Indiana (where they play it a LOT)....... |